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in the night...tucked under the blankets of fateas the winds blow...into the hours of late...memories are passing by,silence... my dearest friendthe p..
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like these very same moments...within the widowed laughters that i cast...a break of habit does appear...when the sails port at lastthe cry ofdespair,..
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a poem about humanity... as i drank!
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Ney,
do not leave me here
forgotten and forlorn
along my fear...
take me with ye...
where the ground's green and fortune;
do appear
where the ..
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A word on "Individuality"
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lost in the black folds of my mind
look closely for beforehand may be
look closely, what do you see?
a jester dancing, in an empty room
in shaded ..
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thy heartless be murdered...
struck down, as death shall i be
more wanting you were
for unfortune to see
what product thy hath crafted
and made o..
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Drop, drop, drizzles and Pours,
What of its puddles and pools’
Be it disaster or joyful strafe
Should we waltz for to rhyme?
Cry, run,..
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the book now discloses forth
a chapter of midnight's pain
amidts moments that fashionably unfold
to the crashing drops of acid rain
the story of h..
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A poem for my Late Brother
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